Chapter 134 First Meeting with Walker
"Apologies, but St. Benedict's Priory is closed to visitors for this month. Please consider coming back next month," said the person standing guard near the monastery's gateway, addressing the pair indifferently.
"We're here to see Walker! I’m Sarah Harris of the Harris family," Sarah announced confidently.
Sarah seemed to anticipate this outcome; nonchalantly, she explained to the man before them.
The man paused, giving Ethan Wilson and Sarah a thorough look, then his indifferent demeanor returned, "Just a moment, please!"
After he dashed into St. Benedict's Priory, Ethan finally turned to Sarah. "Your grandfather arranged this, didn't he? He asked you to bring me to meet Walker?"
"Grandfather did want me to introduce you to Walker, but he didn't set up anything else. He just told me Walker was at St. Benedict's Priory. Like I said, the Walkers have always been neutral, keeping their distance from the four major families. Even though he was close to my granddad back then, it doesn't change that fact. And since his retirement, it's been rare for him to mingle with any of them."
Despite her confident façade and eagerness to bring Ethan to this place, she was pretty uncertain.
After what felt like an eternity, the man reemerged from the monastery.
"Thank you for waiting. Please, come in! Follow me," he gestured.
An impatient Sarah quickly grabbed Ethan's hand and followed the man into the monastery.
"So, we have a young Miss Harris here, do we? Come on in!" A pleasant laugh from an older man resonated through the room.
The man swung the door wide open, inviting them to enter.
Ethan followed Sarah into the room.
"Good day. This is my boyfriend, Ethan Wilson. We've come especially to see you today. I hope it's not an inconvenience."
Sarah was quite timid in Walker's presence, perhaps even slightly restrained, mainly because the older man's imposing aura was so distinct from Clarence's.
"Ha! Well, since you're here, have a seat. Your grandfather, that old fox, sends you instead of coming himself. If I were to blame anyone, it surely wouldn't be you!" Walker examined them both, his eyes lingering on Ethan Wilson with a chuckle.
"Anyway, here's the letter that Grandpa asked me to deliver to you, Mr. Walker. He knew it wouldn't be appropriate for him to come personally and is well aware of your rules," Sarah said as she handed a letter she had pulled from her pocket directly to Walker.
"Oh? Clarence always has a knack for fluffy stuff like this. I'm curious to see what he's scribbled down now."
At those words, Walker looked interested and casually took the letter from her hands.
As Walker read the letter, Ethan Wilson observed him closely, his face betraying a hint of surprise. Wasn't Walker supposed to be here for medical help? Despite that expectation, the man looked robust and breathed with vitality—it didn't seem like he was ill at all. Had Francis already cured him?
Soon enough, Walker finished reading the letter without emotion crossing his face.
"Kid, I've read the letter. You two should head back now. Tell your grandfather I'm over my head these days, spread too thin to be useful!" Walker fell silent momentarily, then sighed and abruptly sent them away.
"Walker, didn't my granddad mention why we came in his letter?" Sarah immediately became anxious and quickly pressed for an answer.
"Heh... Your granddad mentioned it, of course. But I know my own body best. Even Francis can only keep my condition at bay for now. Your young man here's likely out of his depth!" Walker chuckled as he explained, his gaze then shifting to Ethan Wilson.
Ethan instantly realized Clarence must have recommended his medical expertise to Walker, but knowing the particulars of Walker's ailment is necessary for Clarence to be so confident in his abilities.
"My granddad was poisoned, and none of the experts we turned to could help. But Ethan Wilson cleared the poison in just an hour. I trust he can find a way to help you, too, if you'd give him a chance!" Sarah was eager and insistent as she pleaded Ethan's case.
"The art of healing honors the skilled, not the aged," Ethan Wilson spoke up for the first time, his voice calm and level.
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